Sunday, August 28, 2011

Beach Days

This summer we have been slacking on our beach time. I have gone a few times with Noah, but the hassle of getting all of the stuff and the baby to the beach in between naps with food just always seems so overwhelming until I just do it, then it doesn't seem like that big of a deal. Lately, we have started to go more often, and just this weekend we went twice. Better late than never right? Saturday was a perfect day. Nate woke me up with breakfast in bed after getting up with Noah and letting me sleep in(he makes THE best scrambled eggs by the way). For lunch we hit up In N Out on our way to T-street beach. We staked out a great spot by the snack bar, played in the water, Noah took a nap, we took a walk in the sun, then had popsicles under our umbrella. Perfect beach day with family. My brother and his family met us down there too. Tyler and I were talking about how funny it is that we were both there with our kids when we used to come to that same beach when we were little. Isn't it crazy how fast time goes?

Anyway, we made a new discovery. Noah is a beach baby. He LOVES it! YAY!! He can't take his eyes off the ocean. I was holding him over my shoulder while talking to my brother, and he was faced towards the sand. He wanted no part of that. He wiggled and kicked his way around until I faced him towards the water. Nate was sticking Noah's little toes in the water, and when he would bring him back up out of the water, he would start fussing. He kicks and kicks his feet until we put them in the wet sand and let the waves come up over his feet. He giggles when the waves break or come rolling in and out on the sand. The cutest thing I've ever seen. I can't wait until he is big enough to go in the ocean with me.

PS I'm glad he isn't crawling just yet because he was grabbing handfuls of sand and trying to eat it. Oh great. At least since he isn't quite mobile yet, I can keep him away from the sand a little. I think our "non-mobile" days are limited though. He is on his hands and feet rocking back and forth all the time and scooting all over the place. Not yet Noah!! I guess this means we should start baby-proofing?


Hanging out with Grandpa

Resting with Daddy





Friday, August 26, 2011

Hey! I'm not obsessed with my baby!

The other night I made a corn chowder from a Williams-Sonoma cookbook that was amazing, so I thought I would post the recipe. It tastes like it has cream or sugar in it since it is so creamy, but the creaminess comes from a corn broth and corn pureed together. Who knew? Creaminess with cream? All that's in it is corn, red peppers, potatoes, onion and milk. I added the avocado on top because I thought it would add an extra creaminess, and cut some of the kick from the red pepper. Success.

Corn Chowder

Ingredients

4 ears of corn, husks and silk removed
1 cup milk (I used skim, and it turned out great)
1 yellow onion
1 Yukon gold potato, peeled and chopped
1 red bell peper, seeded and chopped
pinch of cayenne pepper
chopped green onion tops
salt and pepper
1 avocado

Directions

*Slice the kernels off the corn, then using the dull side of the knife, run the blade down the corn cob to extract the "milk" from it. Repeat with all the corn cobs. Put the corn kernels and cobs in a large saucepan.

*Add 6 cups of water to pan and place over high heat. Boil, then reduce the heat to medium-low, and simmer uncovered, for 10-15 minutes or until broth is flavorful. Pour contents through a sieve, reserving both the kernels and the corn broth. Return half of the broth to the pan. Divide the cooked kernels in half.

*In a blender, combine the remaining broth, half of the kernels, and the milk, and puree until a creamy mixture forms. About 2 minutes.

*Add the yellow onion, potato, bell pepper, and cayenne to the broth in the pan and bring to a boil. Reduce to a simmer and cook for 10 minutes until potato is tender. Add the corn-milk mixture, and the remaining corn. Heat through. Stir in salt and pepper to taste.

*Garnish with onion tops and sliced avocado. We ate ours with slices of French bread which we loved! (I may or may not have eaten the leftover French bread on the couch while watching Big Brother...does nobody else watch this show? We haven't found anyone that does, but we are slightly addicted).





Friday, August 19, 2011

Just one of those mornings

So Noah has been great lately about taking two naps a day. One in the morning. One in the afternoon, and occasionally one little cat nap while we are out and about. Well, every once in a while we have a morning like today. I think Noah has these just to make sure I know he is in charge and to keep me on my toes :)

I'm not complaining, I just think the mornings where everything that could possibly go wrong does are hilarious. I carry Noah downstairs after some cuddles in bed with Daddy. I start playing with him, and kissing him and he pukes all over me. I say "puke", but it's just milk coming up. It of course goes all down my shirt and through all my clothes. I go change my shirt, still laughing about the "puke", and as soon as I'm changed, I feel a warmth. His diaper leaked. New shirt again for me and Noah. I feed him squash for breakfast, and his new favorite trick is pulling his bib off and/or sticking fingers in his mouth to touch the squash then immediately rubbing his eyes with the said squash. Nice. New shirt for Noah.

Nap time. I go and put him down for his nap, and he of course spits up on the sheet about twenty minutes into the nap and then rubs his face in it, waking himself up. I change the sheet, change his clothes, get him all settled back down and asleep. He decides this is a great time to practice his rolling skills. Good job Noah, but really can we roll later? He wakes himself up one more time. I settle him back down and let him fall asleep on me. Guess what? He farts*, and wakes himself up. Best part was when he woke up from it, he poked his head up from my chest and smiled really big. He was pretty proud of himself.

Final score: 2 shirts for me
4 outfits for Noah
1 bed sheet

Anyway, even though this morning was "interesting", this afternoon was great. We went to lunch with Nate at Cafe Rio, and Noah is napping while I blog.

*For the record, it's not surprising that his farts wake him up on a regular basis. His toots are very "adult-like", making for awkward situations at church, restaurants, and any other public place. "Oh, that was the baby...". Awkward.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Ruby Taylor

A friend of mine's sweet baby, Ruby, lost the fight with her failing liver last night. She has been battling with this for seven months, and last night she finally went home to her Heavenly Father's arms. She was such a precious little baby that has touched the lives of so many including mine and Nate's. We have been fasting and praying for this sweet baby for months, hoping she would get that perfect liver she needed. Her mom, Ani, has been an amazing example of faith and strength throughout this whole trial, and has inspired me to be a better mother to Noah.

The middle of the night cuddles. The feedings. The diaper changes. Waking up a little earlier than I would like to him crying on the monitor. The blowouts. The spit up. This little person who constantly needs my attention.

My view on all of these "challenges" has completely changed the last few months thanks to Ani and her willingness to share her thoughts and feelings on this trial she is going through. Last night's cuddle was a little longer than normal. This morning's cry over the monitor wasn't so dreaded. The feedings today haven't been so rushed. I'm just soaking up my sweet baby, and crying for the loss of baby Ruby, but yet so happy she is out of pain and in her Heavenly Father's care. She has influenced more people in just her seven months of life than most people in a lifetime. We love you Ruby, and our prayers are with Ani, Matt and Kate today.